9 comments/ 26386 views/ 34 favorites High Fashion Queen By: melanieatplay Authors Note: I want to thank my editor Pete who goes above and beyond for me. Also, I'd like to thank everyone who reads my work and offers critiques, support, and encouragement. It means the world to me. ============= Of an old love's fancy life that left you stranded in a dream, Ain't you glad you're a high fashion queen. The Flying Burrito Brothers ********* I felt like such a loser. It was Friday night and instead of going out and hitting the clubs to dance, drink, and have fun, I was in my dorm room with my best friend. We had known each other since the 6th grade and today was his birthday. No one should be left alone on their birthday right? To be honest, I didn't really feel like going out anyway. My boyfriend, who I had been seeing for the last three months, had been cheating on me with his ex-girlfriend. I caught them in bed together two days ago, and nothing had been able to pull me out of my doldrums since. I liked to think that staying in on a Friday night and keeping my friend company on his birthday, was good Karma anyway. My friend Jesse and I decided that he would supply the pot and I'd order a pizza and we'd spend the evening together, just like we did so many times in high school. Jesse is what I affectionately refer to as a dweeb. He was a diminutive Asian guy who was bullied almost constantly in high school, because of his small stature. He is very shy and quiet and I can't ever remember him even speaking to anyone besides me. We met in middle school when some thugs from the football team were picking on him and I came to his rescue. Not that I am much bigger than he is, but they weren't going to hit a girl and they backed down when I started yelling at them. Since that day, we had been best friends and I found him to be one of the sweetest people I know. One time, we even tried to kiss, but both of us agreed that it was awkward and neither of us felt a spark, so we mutually decided that we should just remain friends. It was six-thirty and both of us were incredibly high and full of pizza. "I'm sorry again Sara that your boyfriend cheated on you," he said, in voice barely above a whisper. "It's okay, I always knew he was too good for me and it was only a matter of time before he'd find someone better." I said softly. "That's a horrible thing to say, you were too good for him." "I'm taking solace in the fact that he was hung like this," as I held up my pinkie finger. We both burst into laughter, more from the strong, hydroponic pot than my little joke. "His ex-girlfriend deserves him," I said, as I took another long drag from the joint. I'm not sure if I could be classified as pretty. I've always thought of myself more as average looking. Maybe 'tomboy pretty' if that's even a way to describe someone. But, when I want to, I clean up okay and at the very least look presentable. I've always had a high sex drive and there was never a shortage of guys in high school or college that were willing to hook up with me. Unfortunately, I could never find 'Mr. Right' which lead to a lot of one night stands and failed relationship attempts. We both looked up at my dorm room ceiling, enjoying the comfortable silence until I spoke again. "So when are you going to introduce me to your girlfriend?" I said teasingly. This was a sore subject for Jesse, but I knew he'd be okay with my gentle chiding. Besides our failed attempt, he hadn't even kissed a girl, much less had sex. It had to be horrible being twenty-one and still a virgin. "You may meet the wrong guys Sara, but I can't even meet anyone," he said sadly. I didn't want him to be depressed liked me. That was the whole reason for the pot, so we'd escape our pathetic lives for a while. Just then, a crazy thought entered my mind. "Jesse, I know that you've never, umm... You know... Had sex." "Thank you for reminding me Sara, what's your point?" he said smiling. "We could always, you know... Umm... Do it," I said shyly, "that way, you'd at least know what it's like. It could be like, you know, birthday sex, my present to you." He thought for a moment, and there was a split second when I actually thought he was considering my offer and might actually take me up on it. Then, the conversation took a turn that I wasn't expecting. "I think I'm gay Sara," he said quietly My mouth dropped open as I reflected on his statement. Jesse is gay? Jesse is gay. In the back of my mind, I might have suspected it, or at the very least wondered if it was a possibility. "Have you ever... Umm... Done anything with a guy?" I asked hesitantly. "I haven't, but it's all I think about." This was getting juicy. I tried to will my mind to focus amidst the haze of the pot. When Jesse and I spoke about sex, it was always about me and who I was hooking up with. I was pretty sure that the marijuana was loosening him up, so he felt more comfortable and able to speak freely with me about his fantasies and desires. "What do you think about?" He took a long drag from the joint and once he exhaled, he spoke again. "What it would be like to have one in my mouth, or you know, have sex," I could tell just by looking at him that he was thinking about it that very second. "So in your fantasies, are you pitching or catching?" I said, smiling at him. "Definitely catching." There was another comfortable silence as we passed the joint back and forth. "You said you wanted to help me and give me a birthday present. Would you still be willing to do something for me?" "Well, if you fantasize about catching, I don't think I'm physically equipped to be of much help to you," I said, teasing him again. He gave me a very serious look, and I could tell that whatever was on his mind was important to him and I immediately felt bad about my earlier quip. "Jesse, of course I'll help you, with whatever you want." "Would you help me dress as a woman?" he said, in a tone barely above a whisper. I quickly tried to get the shocked expression off my face. Jesse being gay was pretty easy to accept. Jesse wanting my help to dress in drag, that came out of left field. In the end, it didn't matter, he was still my best friend. "Of course I will," I said, trying to focus and mentally formulate something that resembled a plan. "What should I do first then?" he asked. I thought for a moment while studying him from head to toe. "You need to shave all of the hair off your body from the neck down and by the time you get back from the shower, I will have figured out what to do next." He instantly jumped up and tore out of my dorm room. I could tell he was excited about this and I don't think I had ever seen him move so fast. Well, maybe except a time or two, when he was being chased by a couple of bullies in high school. About a half hour later I heard a knock on the door. I opened it and Jesse walked back into my room, freshly showered and shaved wearing shorts and a tank top. I had everything set up and ready to go for his transformation. "Sit here," I said, as I pointed at the chair I had set up in the middle of the room. Once he sat down, I immediately went to work. I could tell he had washed his face and shaved his very sparse facial hair. I put on a light coat of moisturizer while admiring his beautiful skin, it was something I had never really noticed before. After the moisturizer, it was time for the concealer and luckily, I had foundation that I thought was certain to match his skin tone perfectly. I used my brush to apply a very light coat of setting powder. If we were going to do this, we might as well do it right I thought. The next step was highlighter. I brushed it around the corners of his eyes, beneath his eyelids, and finishing on his high cheekbones, which gave his face a nice depth of color. I continued to work on his eyes using a powder that was a couple of shades darker than his natural skin tone. I dug around in my make up case for a few seconds until I found the blush. Meticulously, I applied a small amount on his cheeks to help accentuate his high cheekbones. I sat back for a moment admiring my work. Time to focus on his eyes. I pulled out the eye shadow primer and eye shadow and applied it on his eyelids. I chose a darker color which helped accentuate his big brown eyes. Finally, I applied eyeliner which gave the illusion of a fuller lash line. With his eyes still closed, I very carefully brushed on the mascara. I again stepped back. His look was really coming together I thought and then.... a strange feeling came over me. This was actually turning me on. I could feel the dampness between my legs and I knew I was starting to soak through to my thong. I quickly put this very unexpected reaction out of my mind so I could concentrate on my friend. Okay, last step, his lips. I applied a light coat of lip primer, and then I very carefully used lip liner to trace around his lips, using a color that was nearly identical to natural color his lips. I thought for a moment, should I go bold or demure on the lip gloss? Go bold or go home I thought. I picked a bright red shade, and very carefully painted it on, giving his lips a full, slutty, pouty look. I could tell he was anxious to see the end result, but I made him wait. I wanted him to get the full effect of my work. I reached over and grabbed the wig I had borrowed from my friend across the hall. She was a theatre major, and luckily she had about a half dozen wigs from her various plays. Jesse had short, jet black hair and the wig I borrowed matched his natural hair color perfectly. I put the wig on him and styled the long hair until it fell naturally down over his shoulders. "Can I see what I look like so far?" he said pleadingly. "I think it would be better if we waited until you were dressed, so you'd get the full effect," I said. "Please Sara, I don't think I can wait." I relented, it was his birthday after all. "Close your eyes," I said. I watched as he closed them and I gently took hold of his shoulders and turned him so we both faced the mirror. "Okay, open them." I watched as his eyes opened and it was as if his jaw had hit the floor while I stood beside him in my old torn t-shirt and ratty sweatpants. There was only one beautiful woman looking back at us in the mirror, and it wasn't me. It wouldn't be exaggerating to say that in this newly transformed state, Jesse looked like a model. Obviously not as tall as a model, because he was only 5'4". However, because of his high cheekbones, soft feminine features, the jet black flowing wig, combined with my makeup job, I would have sworn Jesse was born a woman had I not known the truth. It took him a full two minutes to speak. He just stood there staring into the mirror and I watched as his eyes went up and down his reflection as he studied every detail of the transformation. "Sara, I... I... Thank you," he said simply. I could tell that he was ecstatic with what I'd done so far. Now, the last step. "What do you want to wear?" I asked. "Honestly, I have no idea," he said hesitantly. "Why don't you just pick something." Jesse and I were nearly the same size so I figured he could just wear something of mine. I paused for a moment trying to come up with something simple for him to wear. I rummaged through my closet for a couple of minutes and finally found a short, faded blue jean skirt and tiny black cowl neck halter top. I desperately needed to do laundry so I didn't have a large selection of lingerie to choose from, but after what felt like an exhaustive search, I finally found a clean matching white lace thong and bra set. I turned around and faced him and showed him the clothes I picked out. His eyes immediately lit up and I could tell he was happy with my choices. He stripped off the tank top and dropped his shorts to the floor. In an instant, he was standing naked in front of me, his small erection standing up proudly. I now felt bad concerning the earlier remark I made about how small my ex was because Jesse appeared to be about the same size. It didn't seem to bother him though as he reached for the lace bra in my hand and began to put it on. He turned away from me so I could help fasten the little hooks in the back. He turned again to face me and I realized how ridiculous the bra looked over his flat chest. I thought for a moment and then grabbed some of my gym socks and rolled them up into small balls and stuffed them into the cups of the bra giving him the illusion of breasts. He started to slide the thong up his thighs and then paused for a moment and a perplexed look appeared on his face and I could tell something wasn't right. "What's wrong?" I asked. "If you don't like that thong I can try to find another one, but I don't have a big selection right now because I need to do laundry." "No, it's not that Sara, it's..." I waited patiently until he felt comfortable enough to tell me. "For this to look right, I have to be able to tuck my penis back, and I can't do that when I'm hard," he said, in an embarrassed tone. I thought for a moment. "Would you let me help you with that?" I asked cautiously. He gave me a bewildered look and I was pretty sure he no idea what I was planning to do until I got down on my knees in front of him. For some reason helping him with this transformation had made me incredibly wet and worked up. I didn't really even think about what I did next. It was just a spontaneous, almost involuntary act that in the moment, just felt right. His eyes opened wide as I leaned forward. He had a long string of pre-cum dangling off his cock. I heard him moan as I took him into my mouth. While I gently began to move him in and out of my mouth, he placed his hands on my shoulders in an attempt to steady himself. I swirled my tongue over the head of his cock and I heard him gasp. I very easily took him all the way into my mouth and closed my lips tight around him and then very slowly I started working him in and out. He was so worked up from the whole transformation I found that I really had to fellate him slowly because any time I increased the pace he started to tense up and his breathing changed and I knew he got close to orgasming. Even fellating him at this incredibly slow pace, I still had to stop several times because I could feel how close he was getting to orgasm. Since he wasn't going to have sex with me, I wanted him at the very least, to enjoy his first blow job. After stopping for the fourth time I let his cock pop out of my mouth. It was shiny and wet and my saliva was dripping off of it. I looked up into Jesse's big beautiful brown eyes, my pot addled brain instantly began processing the many strange contradictions I was feeling. I had given lots of blow jobs, but never to someone who looked like a woman, yet, had a cock and was my best friend nonetheless. It was just so many different contrarieties that my mind, in this inebriated state, couldn't deal with them all. I put all of those strange thoughts out of my head and took him back in and started to rapidly move him in and out. Immediately, I felt his hips start to buck as he thrusted himself into my mouth over and over. Seconds later, Jesse started moaning and grunting and I felt hot splashes of cum squirt over my tongue. Once he started to settle back down and the rapid pitching of his hips subsided, I swallowed his thick semen. I wiped a drop of his seed from the corner of my mouth and carefully licked over his penis, cleaning the little drops of his cum that I had missed. I looked up into his eyes and we smiled at each other. "Thank you Sara," he said, "for everything." "You're welcome Jesse," I said, smiling brightly at him. "Now let's finish getting you dressed." I watched as he opened his legs and carefully tucked his scrotum back. I was mesmerized how, in just a few seconds, his cock and balls appeared to have magically vanished. I had never seen anything like that before. He then pulled up the thong and slid the little skirt up his thighs. I handed him the black, halter top blouse and he put it on. "You need some shoes," I said, noticing that he was in his bare feet. "I've always wanted to wear heels," he said. I thought for a moment. "Jesse, heels won't go well with that outfit, they are much too formal and that outfit is way too casual." He gave me a disappointed look. "Can I at least try?" "Yes, of course you can," I said. I looked into my closet and pulled out a pair of four inch, rhinestone, t-strap sandals. His feet were a bit wider than mine and I knew he'd never fit into any of my pumps. He put the heels on and I helped him lace them up. Once we had them on, he stood up, took a few steps and immediately began to wobble and nearly fall. I reached out to steady him and then helped him get back to the chair where he could sit down. I tried not to laugh, because I didn't want to upset him. "I think you need a bit more practice before you'll be able to wear those." I said, trying as best I could not to giggle. "You may have a point," he said smiling. "Let me find you something easier to walk in, that will go well with that outfit." I rummaged around my closet again and pulled out my new pair of Cocobelle gilded leather sandals. They were flat, so he'd have no trouble walking in them. I helped him put them on and secure the little straps around his ankles. "That's perfect, now let's check how you look one more time," I said. He stood up and moved beside me as we looked at our reflection in the mirror. He truly looked stunning and I was a bit envious. He had naturally dark tanned thighs that went perfectly with the faded jean skirt. I looked down and admired his round, heart shaped ass that looked impeccable in the short little skirt. Guys always went crazy for an ass like that I thought. The dark, long, flowing wig matched his skin tone and makeup perfectly and the stuffed bra gave him the illusion of small 34b breasts. They were just big enough for him to get a little attention, but small enough to go perfectly with his petite frame. I was utterly amazed as it was virtually impossible to tell he hadn't been born a woman. We both stood awestruck in front of the mirror for at least five minutes. Dressed as a man, Jesse was average looking, at best. However, dressed as a woman, he was truly stunning. While admiring how good he looked, my thoughts traveled back to high school, to all of those beautiful, stuck up cheerleader bitches that thought they were too good to say hello to anyone who wasn't in their 'social class'. Maybe I had some unresolved high school issues that I needed to deal with. The pot was finally starting to wear off and I grabbed my lighter and Jesse's dimebag to spark up another joint. "Sara... Wait," he said, his voice startling me. "What's wrong?" "If you light that up, you won't be able to drive." "Where do you want to go?" I asked incredulously. He smiled brightly, "I'm twenty-one and legal, I want a drink of course." My jaw dropped open and I started to get pissed. "I did all this work transforming you Jesse and after only a half hour, you want to go back to how you looked before, just so you can get a drink? Are you fucking kidding me?" I snapped angrily. "No Sara, I'm not changing a thing, I'm going out just like this." I thought for a moment, processing his words and their implications. "I'm not sure if that's such a good idea," I said softly. He looked seriously into my eyes. "I've been a social pariah for twenty-one years Sara, but in one night, you turned me into this," he said, as we both looked into the mirror at his reflection and saw a beautiful little Asian hottie looking back at us. High Fashion Queen "This is the first day of the rest of my life and there is no way I'm not going out tonight. I can call a cab if you want, because I'm going out with, or without you. However, I'll have a much more enjoyable evening if I'm out hitting the town on my birthday with my best friend." How could I say no to that? Further debate or even discussion was pointless. I could tell that nothing I could have said was going to change his mind and I relented. "All right, I'll get cleaned up and find something to wear while you figure out where you want to go." About a half hour later, we were walking through the UNLV parking lot towards my car. Thankfully, I found a black, clingy, lycra mini skirt and lime green, fishnet, racer tank in the very back of my closet that were clean. Because Jesse couldn't walk in my t-strap sandals, I thought I might as well wear them, since I hadn't put them on in months. As we walked together side by side, I thought how cool this was. When Jesse and I hung out together it was always watching TV or playing video games. Actually being able to 'go out' and do something with him felt great. We had almost reached my car when three guys exited their vehicle and started walking towards us. As they got closer, I recognized one of the guys as Ryan from our trigonometry class. This should be interesting. "Hi Sara, what are you and your friend up to?" Ryan said, as he smiled at us, while trying to nonchalantly check Jesse out. Amazing! Ryan had been in the trig class with us for the entire semester and he had no idea who Jesse was! "This is Jessica, she's my best friend from LA who's spending the weekend with me," I said, lying to him. "It's great to meet you Jessica," Ryan said, as his slack jawed friends looked on. "You'll have to talk Sara into bringing you by my dorm room later on tonight for a beer." "I'd like that," Jesse said, giving Ryan a big flirty smile. Jesse might have had the look down for passing as a woman, but his voice was an octave lower than a typical female. We'd definitely need to work on that. Ryan and his friends didn't seem to notice at all though, they were totally enchanted by the pretty little Asian girl who was being flirty with them. I grabbed Jesse's hand pulling him towards my car, "C'mon Jessica, we had better get going, talk to you later Ryan." The guys looked positively heartbroken as we started to walk away. "Don't forget about that beer Sara," Ryan said desperately, as I unlocked my car. I gave Ryan one last smile before sliding into my car. Moments later, Jesse slid into the passenger seat next to me. We both looked at each other in amazement. "I thought he was going to immediately recognized me." "Nonsense. With me as your makeup artist, they didn't stand a chance," I said, teasingly. Truthfully, I thought Jesse was going to get found out too, but I didn't want to admit that to him and shake his confidence. "You had better work on your woman's voice," I said, smiling at him. "You would have been in trouble had they not been so preoccupied trying to mentally undress you." It was a very short drive from the UNLV campus to the Piranha nightclub on Paradise Road. I didn't know it at the time, but the Piranha was a very popular LGBT hot spot in Las Vegas. Jesse and I were able to talk quite a bit, which gave him time to practice his 'feminine' voice. By the time we had reached our destination, Jesse had raised his voice an octave and when he spoke, it was like talking to a demure little minx. Together, we exited my car and stepped into the Piranha. We were instantly greeted by the loud thumping house music that was blaring through the club's large speakers. I took a moment and let my eyes adjust to the darkness and it gave me an opportunity to check out my surroundings. The club had at least a dozen large stone columns on each side of the expansive dance floor and it also had hot blue and red lighting that gave the place a fresh and hip vibe. The club was packed with people who were dancing and drinking, which made it difficult to get up to the bar to order drinks. The patrons in the club were an eclectic mix that would be difficult, if not impossible, to describe in a single sentence. The women were dressed in a variety of clothing that ranged from traditional feminine club attire of short dresses and skirts, to more of a masculine 'butch' style leather gear. Similarly, the men were also dressed in every type of fashion imaginable from traditional Dockers and a polo shirt, to very risqué costumes. As we fought our way through the crowd, I looked towards the dance floor and saw one young man, about my age, dancing with his male partner in assless leather chaps and an open cowboy vest. I definitely felt out of my comfort zone. While I tried hard to hide my 'jaw dropping onto the floor' expression, Jesse looked comfortable and relaxed, and I got a feeling that maybe he had finally found a group of people that suited him and how he felt. I was beginning to realize that there was an extensive side to his personality that I didn't know existed. It was a part of his identity that he kept hidden away from everyone in his life including me, and it appeared to only now be coming to the surface. I was beginning the realize the significance of this transformation. I did much more than change his appearance in my dorm room, it also appeared that I helped him change his entire life. After several minutes, we were able to navigate through the sea of people and up to the bar to get our drinks. While searching for an empty table, it felt like hundreds of eyes were on us, and I felt so uncomfortable. I instinctively grabbed Jesse's hand as we finally spotted an empty booth and walked over to it quickly before someone else could take it. We had only been sitting down for about a minute when a young male and female couple about our age approached our table. Even though they were both extremely attractive, I immediately got the feeling they weren't together. She was wearing faded blue jeans that were stylishly torn in the knees and a blue, thin, 'wife beater' style tank top. Over the tank top she wore a blue and black, long sleeve, plaid shirt. She completed her look with black, horned rimmed glasses, a black New York Yankees ball cap, and blue converse high tops. She had a very short hairstyle that was almost shaved on the sides and she wore black, military style dog tags that had the word ' she ' emblazoned in chrome lettering. Her very 'butch' style didn't entirely hide the fact that she was very beautiful. In contrast, her male friend looked like he had just come off of the Hipster runway at New York Fashion Week. He was wearing very tight jeans with rolled up hems that exposed dark brown lace up boots. He completed his look by wearing tucked in, light blue button up shirt that was held in place by a brown leather belt. His shaggy brown hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail and he had a slight growth of facial hair. He could only be described as somehow being both simultaneously beautiful and handsome. "If your girlfriend wouldn't mind, would you like to dance with me?" the girl said, looking into my eyes. At first I was shocked that a girl would ask me to dance. Then, I remembered where I was. "She's not my girlfriend, we are just friends," I said, answering her. "But yes, I'll dance with you." This was truly an evening of firsts. I had never really thought about women in a sexual way, at least not on a conscious level. However, after transforming Jesse, and being in this type of club where same sex partnering seemed to be the rule, not the exception; I just decided to throw caution to the wind and go with it. When I stood up, she introduced herself as Rose and I realized how tall she was. She was a few inches taller in sneakers than I was in four inch heels. She amorously took my hand and lead me to the crowded dance floor. I looked over my shoulder and the beautifully, handsome young man had already slid into the booth next to Jesse and began to chat him up. The pounding beat of the hypnotic house music was already thundering out of the club's speakers when we reached the dance floor. We had only just started moving to the rhythm of the music, when Rose pulled me to her and began seductively grinding herself against my thigh and ass. Her moves were so raw and seductive; I was finding it difficult to not be drawn in by her. Her dress, mannerisms, and movements all said male. Yet, she was somehow unmistakably female. It was a difficult contradiction to square in my mind. When the music stopped, she pulled me to her and kissed me in a hard, passionate, and somehow avaricious way as her lips roughly seized mine and her tongue roughly played inside my mouth. I wasn't sure how to react, but I was certain that I had never been kissed that way by any man I had ever been with. "C'mon beautiful, I'm buying you a drink," she said, as she took my hand and pulled me to the bar. While she ordered us shots of tequila, I looked over at our booth to check on Jesse and my mouth dropped open. Christ, he was making out with the 'pretty boy' Hipster guy! I sat on the bar stool and watched in stunned silence not knowing how to react to what I was witnessing. I had never seen Jesse talk to anyone besides me, much less engage someone in such an open, erotic embrace literally minutes after meeting them. I felt Rose's hand glide from the small of my back down to my ass right before she handed me a shot glass. Her unexpected touch sent shivers through my body. I had no idea the physical contact of another woman would ever give me such a cloying sensation. "Here's to you beautiful," she said, as we touched the tiny glasses together and then simultaneously downed the tequila shot. Seconds later, I watched as Rose's eyes travel from me over to the booth. "Something must be wrong with my 'Gaydar'. I've never seen Atticus attracted to a woman before," she said, with a visibly shocked expression etched on her face. I looked at her and smiled. "Don't worry, Jesse isn't turning him straight." Her mouth dropped open for the second time in a matter of seconds. "Oh my God, are you serious?" "I am, and trust me, I'm still trying to get used to it too." At that moment Rose and I watched as Atticus helped Jesse up out of the booth and he zealously pulled her to his side and they began walking past the dance floor towards the back of the club. I found it amusing as I studied Rose's face while she watched Atticus and Jesse disappear into the back of the club. I was almost certain she was trying ascertain whether she could really believe her own eyes, or maybe she thought I was lying to her about Jesse's gender. "C'mon beautiful, I want to dance," she said, as she possessively pulled me to her, crushing her body against mine before kissing me passionately. She playfully dragged me out to the dance floor and we began to very seductively grind on each other. I had always loved clubbing and dancing. However, my ex hated it and I could rarely talk him into a night out with me in the clubs. The thoughts of my ex quickly left my mind as I felt Rose sensuously press her body against mine causing a delicate and delicious friction. Her moves were so raw and captivating that I was very quickly finding myself smitten with her. Once the song ended, Rose pulled me to her and kissed me hotly on the mouth again. "Go have a seat baby, and I'll get us some fresh drinks," she said, as she ran her hands down my back and playfully patted my ass, before giving it a gentle squeeze. "Don't take too long," I said, smiling at her just before she turned and walked towards the bar. While I walked back to our booth, it felt as if my head was in the clouds. I knew part of what I was feeling had to be the alcohol and the very nature of this club. I had never witnessed such open and free sexual expression in my life, especially in such homoerotic ways. But was it more than just being in a gay club? I couldn't remember ever being so passionately touched or kissed by any man I'd ever been with. It was a heady feeling, and I was having trouble making sense of it. No man had ever evoked such a strong, visceral, reaction with only a simple touch and kiss. I slid into our booth, reached down into my purse and pulled out Jessie's dimebag. I wasn't sure that an additional impetus, especially in this heady environment, was a wise move. Nonetheless, a little toke never hurt, right? Just as I was sparking up the joint, I saw that Rose had gotten our drinks from the bar and was now making her way back towards our booth. I couldn't help but notice her confident, sexy swagger. Her hips were moving from side to side, as if sashaying sexily to some sensual cadence that only she could hear. Her face broke into a wide smile when she noticed the joint. "You had better pass that dubage this way sexy," she said playfully, after setting the drinks down and sliding into the booth next to me until our hips sensually pressed together. One of her hands moved to my inner thigh, as I held the joint up to her lips and watched as she took a long drag. She leaned in and kissed me hard, her tongue caressing mine passionately. She then exhaled the smoke into my mouth before breaking our hot embrace. "God you UNLV girls sure like strong weed," she said, as the very potent cannabis was noticeably hitting her. "Jesse got it from one of his, ummm.... Her friends," I said softly. Jesse's gender identity was still something I was having a hard time mentally processing. Rose's eyes moved to our left and she began to speak. "Speaking of the little minx..." I turned my head and watched Atticus and Jesse approach our booth. He was still holding her avariciously close and I noticed that her face had a slight hue of crimson and she looked noticeably flushed. I also observed that her knees were red and the hair on her wig looked slightly disheveled, and even though it was barely noticeable, her red lipstick was just a little smeared. What the hell had they been doing? The couple slipped into the booth across from us and Jesse gave me a demure, culpable grin. "So Atticus, where did you wander off to?" Rose said, giving him a slight smile. "She needed to use the restroom and being the gentleman that I am, naturally I escorted her," he said with a sly, playful grin. I looked over at Jesse and noticed that she had some type of clear whitish liquid on the corner of her mouth. I very nonchalantly made eye contact with her and then subtly rubbed the corner of my mouth. Her eyes widened in a faint look of shock, as she cleaned what I knew had to be the remains of semen from the corner of her lips. Little slut. Obviously a lot more happened in that bathroom than they were letting on. "By the way, Atticus this is Sara," Rose said. God, he had haunting grey-blue eyes that were truly mesmerizing. If anyone deserved the title of pretty boy, it was definitely him. "It's nice to meet you, Atticus," I said shyly. "And Rose, this is Jesse." Rose gave Jesse a warm, friendly smile and said, "I don't wear makeup very often honey, but the next time I do, you're going to have to give me some tips." "You're sitting next to the best makeup artist in the world," Jesse said, demurely. I felt Rose's hand slide upwards and her fingers deftly rubbed the front of my silk thong, causing me to gasp. "Jesse, I have a feeling Sara has talents that she's not even aware of yet," Rose said seductively. "I don't mean to break up this girly-girl love fest, but do you think you could pass that joint this way?" Atticus said, interrupting us. We all laughed and I passed the blunt over to him, and after taking a long drag, he passed it to Jesse. The four of us spent the next couple of hours drinking, dancing, and smoking. Jesse and I learned that Atticus and Rose were step-siblings and were in Las Vegas partying and looking at condo's, while their parents were vacationing in Europe. They currently lived in Seattle, but both planned to transfer from the University of Washington to UNLV for the fall semester. It was just a little past midnight and I found myself alone in the booth. Rose had gone to get the four of us drinks at the bar and Atticus and Jessie were dancing. While I watched them move alluringly with each other, I couldn't help but think how good they looked together. I had never seen Jesse so happy in the entire time that I'd known her. She was smiling, laughing, and clinging to Atticus enticingly as they danced. As I watched them, I couldn't help but think how the beautiful, little Asian girl was beguiling the tall, handsome pretty boy. I couldn't help but feel a small measure of pride while I watched them passionately make out while they danced together. Jesse had been unhappy and alone for so long. But now, because of my help, this transformation had given her an opportunity to find happiness. It was the best birthday present I could have ever given her and I felt so ecstatic that I had an opportunity to play a small role in it. Jesse wasn't the only one who was having an amazing evening. Rose was simply... perfect. My ex never doted on me and he was never this attentive when we were together. She actually listened when we talked and engaged me in thoughtful conversations. Her rough butch demeanor had the peculiarity of a guy; yet, she had every attribute of a... best friend? No. That wasn't it. The way she looked at me, touched me, kissed me. That felt nothing like how friends interact with each other. There was a lust in her eyes. She looked at me like men did and that intrigued me. I wasn't at all sure where the evening would lead, but I was certain that I wanted to find out. The Piranha appeared to have more people in it now than when we had arrived. The four of us were incredibly buzzed from the copious amount of alcohol and pot we had consumed. Rose slid into the booth next to me, setting the drinks down on the table, which broke me out of my thoughts. Her hand slipped between my legs and she began to gently rub the inside of my thigh. Her touch immediately sent shivers through my body. "How are you holding up baby?" she said gently into my ear. "I'm doing good Rose, but slowing down a little," I said, while trying to hold back a slight yawn. "Atticus and Jesse told me that after they finish their dance, they are ready to go back to our hotel room." My jaw dropped open. Hotel room? "I want you to spend the night with me, Sara." My mind started whirling and racing. Spend the night? I took a moment to look into her beautiful, hungry eyes that were longingly peering into mine. I had never felt such infatuation for someone that I had just met, and this craving was something I had never experienced. Surprisingly, this had turned out to be one of the best evenings of my life, and I simply didn't want it to end. "Okay Rose," I said softly. We all agreed that none of us were sober enough to drive to their hotel room and I was sure that my car would be fine in the parking lot until the following morning. It was a short cab ride from the Piranha to the Luxor where Rose and Atticus were staying. As we approached the large, black, pyramid shaped structure, I felt the butterflies churn in my stomach. Part of me wanted more booze or pot to calm some of the nervousness I was feeling. Another part of me wanted to be sober, so I'd never forget what I knew was going to be an amazing night. Atticus used the key card to open up the door to their room and the four of us walked in. As I looked around, I realized they were staying in a suite. However, it had one large room with two queen size beds that were placed several feet apart. Considering what the four of us were about to engage in, there was going to be a very limited amount of privacy. High Fashion Queen I was standing near the bed when I observed Rose walk over to the switch and turn off the lamp in the corner of the room. Even though that eliminated the majority of the light, the blinds to the angled windows were open about two feet, and the lights from the Las Vegas strip illuminated much of the room. Additionally, once my eyes had adjusted to the darkness, I noticed that I could see a substantial amount of what was going on around me. I watched as Rose walked slowly, as if on a pillow of air, towards me. "Sara, you're trembling," she said. "I, I,.." It's just that..." Rose put her finger up to my mouth and then seductively ran the tip over my lips. "Shhh... It's okay," she said, in a voice barely above a whisper. "This isn't my first choice of locations for our first time either. However, there was no way I was letting you get away from me." Her mouth roughly and possessively crushed against mine and it felt as if her hot kiss would take my breath away. My body melted into her's as we began removing each other's clothes at a frenzied pace. Her pants, my skirt, our tops, bras and my thong fell on the floor in a heap between us. She playfully pushed me backwards onto the bed. I looked up just as she was removing her blue boxer briefs by sliding them down her long, smooth thighs. In that moment, I had never wanted anyone more than I wanted this beautiful woman who was standing naked in front of me. Her breasts were surprisingly large, maybe a full 36c, and they looked amazing on her long, lean frame. She had a thatch of brown pubic hair above her vulva, which was a striking contrast to her smooth shaven vaginal lips. She gracefully slid into bed beside me and then kissed me passionately again as I felt my nipples slide through each of her fingers which caused them to become instantly erect. "God, Sara, you have the sexiest little breasts I've ever seen." My breasts weren't that large, a small 34B. So many times I wished I was more voluptuous. My ex used to tease me by telling me they were barely a mouthful. However, to my delight, Rose thought they were perfect. Just then, I heard Atticus let out a deep, guttural, moan. I looked over and saw Jesse plunging her mouth over and over on her lover's very sizeable cock. For someone who claimed to have no sexual experience, Jesse was handling her first member like a seasoned pro. I gasped as Rose's hot mouth brought me back to the now. She was gently tweaking one of my nipples between her fingers while flicking her tongue over the other. Within seconds, she had both of my nipples standing proudly off my breasts. I heard a popping sound as she freed my nipple from her hot, wet mouth. She leaned in and kissed me hard, her mouth possessing mine roughly as it had all evening. Her movements on top of me could only be described as being refined while simultaneously bawdy. While her tongue explored inside my mouth, I felt her fingers slide down my stomach to my steaming sex. Her middle finger expertly separated the lips of my vagina, then she inserted her long digit into my sodden pussy. "Oh God Sara, you're so wet for me baby, aren't you?" "Please Rose, please," I begged and whimpered. "What do you want baby?" she teased mercilessly, while thrusting her middle finger in and out of me. I felt delirious as if I was slipping in and out of consciousness. The men I had been with had been clumsy, awkward, buffoons compared to the subtle, deft touch of this amazing woman. "Please Rose, get me off," I whimpered and begged into her ear. "I'm going to love you like no man has Sara," she proclaimed quietly and sexily. She moved down my neck to my breasts where she flicked each nipple with her tongue, keeping them rigid and stiff. I closed my eyes and concentrated on her hot mouth pleasuring my body. I felt her move lower, licking over my stomach, leaving a saliva trail down to my navel. The muscles in my stomach tensed up and contracted almost involuntarily, while her tongue dipped into my navel over and over. "I can smell that wet pussy Sara, you want my mouth on you, don't you baby?" she said hungrily. "God, please Rose, yes. Please, please put your mouth on me," I begged. I wanted to say something more substantial, more meaningful, more coherent, but my lust-addled mind seemed incapable of forming intelligible thoughts. I felt her slip in-between my legs and I spread them wantonly for her. "Look at that beautiful little shaved pussy," she said, while I felt her finger running over my engorged wet lips. "It looks like a beautiful flower baby," she purred sexily. I felt her mouth lick and then and gently bite the inside of my thigh which caused me to jerk my leg slightly. God, I wasn't sure how much more of the tormenting tease I could take. Without warning, she plunged her tongue inside of me causing me to gasp and cry out. I felt her tongue lick the walls of my vagina, while I gripped the sheets for fear I might fall off the Earth. She began plunging her tongue in and out of me in hard, long, rapid successions. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and I began to grind my pelvis into her mouth. She wrapped her arms around my thighs which held me motionless, then she began to flick and swirl her tongue over my engorged clit. It was as if I was lying on a beach, in the surf, and feeling wave after wave crash into me. My orgasm felt like an all-consuming force and my world went dark as the pleasure overtook me. As my wits were returning to me, I looked over to the other bed and saw Jesse on her hands and knees with Atticus behind her. There wasn't much light to make out too many details, but I watched as Atticus was slowly working himself inside of Jesse. I then looked down between my legs and saw Rose's shiny face that was covered in my juices. I had men go down on me in the past with varied levels of success, but none of them even came close to the expertise of this woman. I watched while she licked the secretions off of the inside of my thighs. "Hold on baby, I think you're going to like this." "Oh my God," I moaned, as I felt Rose gently insert two fingers inside of me, which simultaneously opened and then filled me. She began slowly, letting me getting used to her long slim digits. Almost instinctively, my hips began moving in perfect rhythm, meeting her thrusting fingers. Taking me completely by surprise, Rose then curved her fingers upward while almost simultaneously attaching her mouth to my clit, her tongue rubbing small circles over it. I gasped and cried out, quickly losing control of my body due to her expert fingers and tongue. Her mouth unlatched from my pulsating pussy for a split second. "Yeah, baby, that's it baby, let it go for me," she said, before lapping again at my clit. My body shook violently as I lost control. My orgasm hit me almost without warning as the waves of pleasure again washed over me. It was almost as if this woman could make me orgasm at will, due her amazing carnal skills. She waited for me to regain my senses before she began speaking. "It's my turn now baby," she said softly. Before tonight, I hadn't thought, or really even fantasized about licking another woman. Even though I was a bit hesitant, my primary focus now was returning the pleasure that this stunning woman had given me. She got up from between my legs and stood on the bed straddling me. I watched as she slowly lowered her vagina down onto my waiting mouth. I extended my tongue and it disappeared inside of her. I heard her moan and gasp and she took hold of the headboard of the bed to steady herself, then she gently began to grind herself onto my mouth and tongue. It was the most exquisite thing I had ever tasted and it only took seconds for her soaked pussy to cover my face with her juices. I kept my tongue flat and long as she worked it in and out of her body. Her moves were raw and animalistic, yet still somehow unexplainably gentle and tender. After grinding herself into my mouth for several minutes I heard her speak. "I'm almost there Sara, my clit, lick my clit." I withdrew my tongue from inside her vagina and followed her request, as I began to suck on her little bud. It only took a few seconds and she was moaning and shuddering on top of me. Her hips were bucking wildly and I tried desperately to keep my mouth on her, but with an admittedly small degree of success. After several minutes she collapsed on top of me and held me tight, while continuing to recover. I looked over at the other bed again and Atticus was now pounding Jesse incredibly hard. I hadn't heard the moans and gasps coming from the other bed with Rose's thighs around my head, but obviously, both of them were enjoying themselves. Rose turned my head towards her and kissed me passionately. I felt a little embarrassed because I knew she had to taste herself on my mouth, but she didn't seem to mind in the slightest. "God that was so good honey, are you sure this was your first time?" Rose said, gently teasing me. "It was, I promise," I said, slightly blushing. "Well, you were amazing," she said gushingly. I was trying hard to concentrate on Rose's voice and ignore the very loud moans and pants coming from the bed next to us. Atticus now had Jesse on her back with her legs on his shoulders and was pounding her incredibly hard. I hoped that she was okay, but judging from the loud gasps and moans, I could tell that she wasn't in any type of peril, truth be told, it was probably the exact opposite. "Sara, would you be willing to try something a little different with me?" Rose said, her voice again bringing me back from my voyeuristic journey. I didn't even think of hesitating. "Yes Rose, I'll do whatever you want," I said demurely. She squealed with excitement, gave me another hot kiss on the mouth, jumped up out of our bed, grabbed one of her suitcases, and then ran into the bathroom out of my view. I tried as hard as I could to ignore what was going on in the bed next to me, but I had to admit, that was difficult. Jesse was still on her back but her legs were now off of Atticus' shoulders. He was still pounding his little Asian minx incredibly hard, but now, he was also stroking her cock between thrusts. I had never considered myself much of a voyeur, but I found it almost physically impossible to turn my head and stop taking in the scene that was unfolding on the bed beside me. However, my peripheral vision caught movement at the foot of our bed which did cause me to turn my head. My jaw immediately dropped open at the sight. I couldn't make out much detail because of the darkness, but I have to admit I was taken aback by what I saw. Rose was standing at the foot of our bed wearing some type of harness around her hips and a long, thick, dildo was protruding out of it. I had been with quite a few guys, but I couldn't remember any of them being that big. Rose must have seen the shocked look on my face. "It'll be okay baby, I promise, we'll go slow, and you'll love it." I was so racked with lust from this amazing woman, I would have done whatever she wanted. "I trust you Rose," I said softly. I opened up my legs and she crawled onto the bed and got on her knees in between them. I watched as she took the phallus in her hands and rubbed the head up and down my slit, separating the lips of my vagina. I was still incredibly wet, but I could also feel the slick, greasy lube she had used on the cock. She found my aperture and slowly pushed herself inside me. I once again felt my vagina open as the thick cock slowly began to disappear inside of me. I gasped as she continued to fill me. "Oh God, yeah, slowly honey," I panted, while putting my hands on her shoulders. She paused for a few moments and then began to push forward again until I felt the testicles of the toy rest against my ass. She remained motionless for a full minute, letting me adjust to her cock inside me. I looked up into her eyes and gave her a small nod, letting her know I was okay, and then slowly she began to move herself back and then at a snail's pace, push herself back in. I had never been penetrated to this depth before and while there was a slight bit of discomfort, it quickly gave way to the most intense pleasure I had ever experienced. The cock was so thick and because of the angle, it was making perfect contact with my clit. As my breathing became louder, Rose began to pick up the pace. Her hands went to my breasts, which helped to steady her, as we began moving in a nice easy rhythm. I could tell by the way she was thrusting that the toy must be somehow making contact with her clit, because she was moaning and gasping in almost perfect unison with me. The pleasure this huge cock was giving me, coupled with the fact that this beautiful woman was moving with me, inside of me, like a man would, was almost indescribable. I tried to hold off my impending orgasm, but it was an exercise in futility. Before I knew it, my body was again shaking and convulsing as Rose picked up the pace even harder, pounding me through my orgasm. As one orgasm departed, the next one was upon me and it felt like I couldn't catch my breath. Rose's hips were bucking wildly between my legs as she rocked harder, faster into me. "Yeah baby, one more time for me," she purred, while thrusting her hips forward one more time, impaling me on the huge cock. We orgasmed together holding, clinging onto one another, while she kissed me passionately until she collapsed on top of me, sensually crushing me under her weight. Our arms were wrapped around each other as we softly broke our hot, erotic kiss. She slid to my side and I felt her cock slip out of me. It took several minutes for our breathing to return to normal. Rose slid behind me and spooned me tightly up against her. I felt her reach down and loosen the harness and she dropped it onto the floor beside our bed. A few seconds later I heard Atticus and Jesse get up out of their bed. Rose and I turned to look at them. Both of them had huge post-coitus smiles on their faces. My eye caught Jesse's in the darkness and I wasn't sure, but I could have sworn she mouthed the words 'thank you' as I watched her disappear into the bathroom. "We're going to take a shower, and we might be a while, so don't wait up for us," Atticus said, jokingly, as he disappeared into the bathroom behind Jesse. I flipped around so I could look into Rose's beautiful, smiling eyes. "Will it always be like this, you making love to me in front of your step-brother and my best friend?" I said teasingly. "No baby," she said with a soft smile, "I think things will be a little different in the condo." I flipped back over and felt her pull me against her body, spooning me tightly, as I fell asleep in her arms.